I missed an opportunity this morning to get a photo of Buck peering around the corner of the house. He was rubbernecking to see if anything was doing that was worth his energy. I was trying to sneak out of the house to drive far enough to get cel service to make contact with another human being - the power is back on but I still don't have a working land line and as usual, I had to go back for something. My wallet and cel phone. I left the door open to the van and when I came back I saw a line of chickens, supervised by Buck making their way into the van, and clustering around the controls. I was warned about this by my friend Jeff. In response to a Facebook remark that Buck had been behaving like a 2 foot tall angel for a few days he suggested there was a fowl plot brewing and I should hide the car keys and credit cards. I imagined Buck instructing the girls in working the pedals.
"No,
that one is the gas, the
other one is the brake!"
"Ooooh, Buck, you're so wonderful ! The things you know!" they would answer. Such little suck-ups and flatterers, but I wonder who it is that has been biting off his tail feathers while he sleeps?
As I approached, they gave me guilty looks, stepping away from the van, pretending to be examining something very interesting on the ground, but I was not fooled.
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